What a WEEK I'm having

It had to happen... and when it did, it was nothing more than comical.

Given the storm of bullshit that has been going on this week, I was very excited to have a quiet evening at home last night, happily arranging my new closet room and moving my clothes off of the $30 Martha Stewart rack and onto a real clothes rail.

So, I manfully trucked the 8-foot hanging rod home on the subway. Yes, I was THAT PERSON, taking big stuff on the subway at rush hour.

Let's recap.

MK reappears and something bad happens.

BD reappears and is a basket case.

Shitstorm at work, with a blizzard of quote requests and pain in the ass clients. G manages to passive-aggressively get himself fired or quits (I'm not quite sure what happened except that there was a flurry of crap happening at the office)

I decide to get rid of most of my EV connections, right down to deleting the EVG from my phone AGAIN.

It makes sense that I was realllly looking forward to a couple of hours of nesting and bustling around in my little apartment. So I get home, put the clothes bar up, and start loading in.

I'm delighted, building my nest like an osprey.

In the middle of the load-in I text EVG and say, "Love the shelves, you are a STAR. I'll give your level to Racer X tomorrow to give to you." (My subtle message of "I am not interested in running into you or talking to you any more.")

Ten minutes later, as I put the LAST few hangers onto the rod, THE ENTIRE SHELF COMES DOWN. Whacking me on the wrist -- quite painfully, I might add, and leaving bruises and scratches!!!

I pick up the phone and call EVG.

"Ummmmm. I don't know how to tell you this, but the entire shelf just fell off the wall." Laughing the whole time.

"WHAT? That's never happened to me before! Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry!"

I laughed about it all night. Then of course smoked a big fattie.

So now EVG is coming back tomorrow.

The universe is telling me something -- I think the message is, face your damn fears, at some point you are going to have to deal with this. You can't run away forever.

Karmically, I'm not one of those "next lifetime" people. I'm very much on the instant retribution plan...

Here we go.

We'll see what happens tomorrow.

He's just so damn pretty to look at. And that espresso-colored voice of his. Oof